“Talk about losing your virginity.”
(YES.) (Roz!) (Roooozzzzzz.) (ROZ!)
Oh, come on. I did not lose my virginity to Roz! We met when I was thirty-two! Although…I might have been more nervous sleeping with her for the first time than when I actually did lose my virginity. Which was when I was sixteen. At a movie theater. By the way.
(Vin!)
(Big Vin!)
(Vinny gets it done!)
Yeah. Yeah. So, did I do it? My turn is over?
(Pick a different one!)
(Yeah, that one was stupid, who put it in there? Bill? Did you put it in there?)
(It’s a topic with potential for tension, intrigue, embarrassment, triumph. What more could you want, Irene?)
(New topic!)
Okay, new topic. This one is…wow. Okay. It says, “The end is the beginning.” Right…I’ll try.
A story where the end is the beginning…Let me think…
So…No one ever actually gets what they want. Let’s just start with the fact that I understand that.
Now, here’s the story of how I thought I was actually about to get everything I’d ever wanted.
(Yes!)
(He’s finding his rhythm, people!)
(Tell ’em, Vin!)
And how, for seven years, I had it.
I asked someone to marry me. And she said yes.
And I don’t know about anyone else. But for me, asking someone to marry me made me think a lot about death.
And I don’t mean that in a, like, oh-I-secretly-hated-my-wife sort of way, like I couldn’t wait for the sweet relief of death. I mean that in a, you know, till-death-do-us-part sort of way.
I…I am not someone who…
I…have always known that I needed to live for a very long time.
In fact, I needed to live long enough to…
Does anyone else have a complete dumbass for a little brother? Yes, okay, based on the laugh that got, I guess I can seethat almost everyone who has a little brother thinks he’s a complete and utter dumbass.
Well, mine is a dumbass but he’s also…like Bambi? Like a butterfly? He’s…he’s a colorful and precious soul and needs to be protected. He’d hate that if he heard it. I’d hate that if someone said it about me. It probably says more about me than it does about him that I’d classify him that way.
But here we are.
He once got severe pancreatitis from eating too much fruit. As a twenty-eight-year-old man, he almost fruited himself to death.
This is what I’m saying.
